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Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

As is often the value of posting an old (but hopefully germane) post, lets go with the below and see/trust/hope that it stimulates/prompts/cheet-sheets some original content on this, the last Monday in March.

Damn! Ain’t that an emotional fricken’ claymore mine. We could wax philosophic on that little meta-gory but, lets not and insist we did.

Suffice to say, the dawn of hope is almost always from a cloudy night.

ayiiee! Dude! Dial down the poignant observation setting to something less than ‘Hey, it’s Monday’. All we need to do is put one foot in front of the other, not let too much blue* to show and be grateful at the end (is there ever an end to Mondays?!!) Sorry, Hold on to the thought that the day after Monday is almost always Tuesday.

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine ( the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers )

It’s that time of the week, amigos! Tomorrow night  is Saturday Night Drive night!

For our newer Readers, the Wakefield Doctrine  Saturday Night Drive is a feature of this blog that you will find no where else!  Really! We are not lying to you. We are speaking the truth to you. But don’t just take our word for it! Lets use a chart to illustrate this fact, and as we all know, Charts Don’t Lie!

All those other blogs out there the Wakefield Doctrine
Quality of Format/Presentation From fair to very good …hey I write these things first thing in the morning, it’s only caffeine not amphetamine
Organization of content Sometimes they even have different fonts for headers, sub-topics even comic sans day, once in a while(Hey! They said headers  huh huh,…thank you scott)
Freshness and appeal of topics Usually very good, comprehensive analysis of subject matter … well, we got funny pictures
Originality Hardly ever (‘cept for Mel over at the Spatula) Step aside, we gots your originality,    right here!
Thought provoking Content …yawnnn ..did you say something? It’s the frickin theory of clarks, scotts and rogers, yo
Live call-in blog What? You do what? Nah…nobody does that! Saturday 8-8:45 EDST1-605-475-2200 (when prompted)  password 6660467 #
Do you really? Call-in? Live? Isn’t that against some blog law or something? Damn straight we do!
Who is on the line? Line? What line? This is a blog! I write this from my basement bedroom in my parents house, Damn Downsprings is who and even a Progenitor or two
You’re re joking, right? Yeah, you must be jokin No suh! True, it’s all true
Cost! It must Cost something to call? Jeez, I spent my allowance on HALO MVI (‘enemies in Study Hall”) Nada, nothing, free, no charge….dial ‘an smile!
Which is the best of blogs! Pass… Step right up!! Call in

You know what you have to do…if you are real interesting on the phone, we might vote you a Wakefield Doctrine hat (for your damn head).

(one more thing, just read an article that be sayin I should link Posts to Posts, like this link back to a February Post. let me know if it works).

Mr. B? some music, if you will…

 

* to ‘show too much blue’ is directed at those Readers who are clarks. It is a reference to an apocryphal sociology experiment in which they took one monkey from a happily functioning troop and painted it blue. And returned him/her to the group. You can imagine the result. (If you’re here more than three times, we know you can.) ‘Blue monkey’ is an affectionate term for clarks, when speaking of their acceptance by a Herd of rogers. (Affection, bordering on the shameful for the Outsider, not the Herd Members)

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Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop.

Created by Lizzi in the Autumn of 1940, it served both as anodyne to the stress of the nightly air raids and paradoxically, engendered an attitude of acceptance that was of primary benefit to the children huddled along the platforms of cold subway stations.

‘Out of trial comes insight’, A a wise woman once said. So, now, seventy-three years later, we participate in a weekly celebration of the people, places and things that engender the state of gratitude.

For the Wakefield Doctrine:

1. Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story  (this week’s Pic of the Six(sss) is: ‘Bank‘  by Yinglan

5) the Unicorn Challenge (this week’s ‘corn extraordinaire) is: ‘The Bethany‘  by Michael B Fishman

6) back to Arcactia* The bridge that was, has been assessed and the bridge to be, dreamt. You know, ‘as it was in the beginning…’ Psalm VIII (Coverdale’s Translation.) Wait…what??!!  He did translate both Old and New Testament? No. Way.  We have no choice. Secret Rule 1.3 subsection 69 insists that our benefit from discovering the ‘true’ David Coverdale must be manifested in video form!

7)  ed. ok, for any Readers out there not hailing from Y-Chromia (during the Mid-Adolescencia Era) we offer this alternative rendition of the author. (favored by Phyllis: Here I Go Again Magicians cut))

8) something, something

9) oh! yeah!   don’t forget to go to “…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood”  which is the serial story being co-authored by ours truly and Tom. You can read the whole thing. Don’t forget to Follow and Share and tell all yer friends to do the same. ya know?

10) Secret Rule 1.3

* imaginary land of struggling flowers and gripping cold

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Unseasonably cold in this part of Oceania, hence the clever title, which if combustible, would have already been busted up and thrown on the fire. (Metaphorically, of course… the clever, not the combustible)

this is the Wakefield Doctrine’s semi-weakly* contribution to jenne and ceayr‘s photo-prompt bloghop, the Unicorn Challenge.

Simple enough rules: Muse on the week’s photation and write a two hundred and fifty word (or less) story.

They say the world, as it appears at night, is reproval of the certainty with which we hold our assessment of the people, places and things that occupy us when the Sun rules all.

We stood and stared across the harbor.

To say we stood in silence would be as inadequate as a parent telling their child that someday they would grow up and be happy.

The mundane solidity of the second-hand car, it’s engine quietly ticking, the automotive equivalent of constrained groans of an octogenarian returning from the garden on an intoxicatingly-mild day, provided non-judgmental support as we leaned against the front fender.

The space between us, sipped at by secret inhalations as we tried to create the most neutral of settings for words that could do nothing but hurt, remained empty. The once carnal heat that flooded the space between us was now dark energy, forcing our worlds apart.

“I need to leave.”

The lights of the sailboats were at once pointed to an infinite ocean awash in stellar plankton and luminescent krill, while, their reflections were anchored to the earth, as if to remind the couple, still clinging together, there can be no parting that does not leave a hole behind.

“I know.”

The irresistible power of the Sun, when it reigns over the daylight world, lies in banishing darkness which can only survive into the following night if there is someone who is willing to hold it within, succoring it until the Sun retreats.

 

* sorry, any Doctrine TToT Readers, can’t say why I enjoy that weak pun as much as I do, but I be careful not to totally wear it out.

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Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

They don’t call it RePrint Monday for nothin’

But wait! Wait!

Once again validating the RePrint approach to self-prompting for topics of post, see that photo above?

That was the image we used on the post we could not find this morning. (And still cannot, which means we’ll have to recreate it in the small amount of pre-dawn time left.)

So, it may have been before the concept of ‘the Everything Rule’ coalesced or, it might have been just afterwards, but we described, by way of illustration (and therefore, explanation) a scene:

a clark, a scott and a roger stand on the sidewalk directly across from a very popular restaurant at noon. On a Thursday. (Or Friday. Any day, except for Monday. Or Wednesday.) In any event, there is a line out the door and up the sidewalk.

In keeping with one of the stated goals/benefits of an understanding of the principles of the Wakefield Doctrine, what is it the three are seeing. More to our point, what are they  experiencing?

Take your time. If you run out of space, raise your hand and a proctor will provide you with an additional blue essay book.

Begin:

Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine- “… of development, writers clubs and understanding the world around us.”

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Do we outgrow the past or do we simply forget? Do the improvements, growth and developments we achieve (through effort, ambition and circumstance) become like, well, the way it is.

We admit to a fondness for the occasional peculiar word or phrases that, although uncommon in everyday conversation, are fun. Today (in light of the opening sentences) the fun word/phrase/expression is raison dêtre. (which our friends at wikipedia define as  “…a French expression commonly used in English, meaning “reason for being” or “reason to be”.”)

The Wakefield Doctrine is the reason for the existence of this blog. All, and only, because it hit me one night that it would be good to ‘formalize’ my personal system for explaining the world and the people in it.

The Wakefield Doctrine holds that we are, all of us, born with the potential to experience the world as one of three characteristic realities. At an early age we ‘pick’ one of these three ‘worldviews’ and we are on our way to becoming clarks, scotts or rogers. The Wakefield Doctrine, as a personality ‘theory’, is not concerned with how you would describe yourself, the results of questionnaires created to identify traits and interests or even what you think that girl is doing sitting out there in the middle of the field looking back towards the house filled with people she may or may not be related to (well, sometimes we enjoy the traditional approaches; I mean, damn! give yourself away in one description much, clark? lol). Unlike other tools developed by psychology, sociology and phrenology, tools easily transposed to popular media such as ‘the Face Book’ where they lie, attractively packaged, club-shaped mirrors waiting for someone to notice, “Oh, honey! Come here! I found this personality test in my magazine and it so has you down to a T! Lets take it together. You first.”

Central to the hypothesis of the Wakefield Doctrine is the notion that we all live in a reality that is, to a certain degree, personal. Nothing weird, mystical or magical. Simply that if you and I are standing in front of the entrance to, say, a very popular restaurant, our experience of that moment will not be identical. The Doctrine takes this and jumps up above the individual and says, ‘Suppose the world was one in which individuals are separated from each other in a way not easily discernible or, better still, imagine that the life we wake up into after each sleep is that of the Predator, simple and direct, eat or be eaten; or suppose everything in the world is knowable and, to a degree established in a way that allows for complete agreement among like-minded people, that the universe is, in fact, definable and quantifiable.’

This is key to understanding the Doctrine. Children (you, me and the girl behind the counter asking if that’ll be Regular or Premium) all grow and develop (their) personalities in order to successfully interact with the environment that surrounds them. Social, physical, the whole thing. And this is done in the context of the nature and character of the world, as they experience it. These strategies evolve and develop into the style we refer to as our ‘personality type’.

I grew up in the world of the Outsider (clark). I developed a way of relating to the people and the world around me that permits me to stay out of the limelight (can’t have people pointing at me and telling everyone that we don’t belong) while at the same time giving me the tools and the drive to search for whatever it was that I didn’t learn when I was too young to realize it i.e. how to be a real person.

A friend of mine grew up in the reality of the Predator (scott). She’s a lot of fun to be around, gets more done in a morning than most people do in a week. She is always on alert, never is not paying attention to whats going on around her and everyone likes her…except for the ones who are terrified of her. Temperament is often un-fairly pronounced with the accent entirely on the first syllable… we prefer the word: mercurial. You want something done right away, you ask her and step out-of-the-way.

If you want that thing done right… you find my friend who grew up in the life of the Herd Member (roger). He will know how to do it so that the joints line up, the glue doesn’t stick out at the ends and it stays the way it’s supposed to be… forever. He knows the simple fact of the life that there’s a Right Way.  No, nothing as an alternative, no second-runner-up. One way. Fortunately, my friend has so many other people around him that grew up knowing that they all belong. Sure there’s minor disagreements over decor, but it’s all one big hap…. Herd. The world is good. Just have to understand.

OK enough for a Monday morning.

 

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Remind us to discuss the principle of ‘more words get you more words’, in the context of the practice of writing.

This is kinda a RePrint/placeholder. Tonight is post our Six Sentence Serial installment (over at Denise’s Six Sentence Story bloghop).

before that:

the Doctrine is for you, not them.

the way that we relate ourselfs to the world around us (and the people who make it up) is the heart of the Wakefield Doctrine

speaking of heart, we all know that rogers exist in a reality of emotion, right? welll add to that, the quality of atemporality, i.e. they are, in their world, freed from the chains of: ‘dude, that was six years ago, let it go.’  In a lesser dramatic manner, of the three predominant worldviews, one more prone to say, ‘what did you mean when you said that’ (being a student of the Doctrine, you will be the position to surpass on the ‘said what’ and go right to the ‘said when?’)

unlike pretty much all the other popular personality schemes, schedules, systems and insights, the Wakefield Doctrine is not a club-shaped mirror.

Barber of Seville? sure give us a minute to look it up and paste it here.

 

got it! (lol … sometime we surprise our ownselfs…. this post… the last line.)

Il Barbiere di Siviglia

(“La ran la le ra la ran la la.”)
Largo al factotum della città.
Presto a bottega, ché l’alba è già.
Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere
per un barbiere di qualità!

Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, brayissimo;
fortunatissimo per verità!
Pronto a far tutto,
la notte e il giorno
sempre d’intorno,
in giro sta.

Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere,
vita più nobile, no, non si dà.
Rasori e pettini, lancette e forbici,
al mio comando tutto qui sta.

V’è la risorsa, poi, del mestiere
colla donnetta col cavaliere
Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere
per un barbiere di qualità!

Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono,
donne, ragazzi, vecchi, fanciulle:
Qua la parrucca. Presto la barba
Qua la sanguigna. Presto il biglietto
Figaro … Figaro
Son qua, son qua.
Figaro… Figaro…
Eccomi qua.
Ahimè, che furia!
Ahimè, che folla!
Una alla volta, per carità!
Figaro su, Figaro giù
Pronto prontissimo son come il fulmine:
sono il factotum della città.
Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo;
a te fortuna non mancherà. ‘
(The above is from a Libretto from different source, if any Italian speaking Readers would Comment if above is even close to video lyrics)

I can explain!  Really, I can give you a rational basis for todays…Post?

Look, some Posts are well planned and (hopefully) well executed expositions of an idea or a theme, something that says, ‘we have all been thinking about… now that you mention it… since you asked, the answer to your question is…’ A Post that answers questions or provides valuable information.
The previous Post (‘…Pulled out of San Pedro late one night..’) is a perfect example of a rational and reasonable little Post.

Today’s Post….maybe not as much.
But hey, there was the (…when the moon hit your eye like a big pizza pie…) that was a little bit of the, (as roger might say)  ‘spontaneous conception.’ school of Post writing. And there have been other Posts that seem to show up in the morning, screaming like a chicken with it’s head cut off “…write about this…write about this!!” (Apologies to any PETA PALS, my sub-conscious apparently has managed to get an ‘outside line’, as we used to say in the day of rotary dial phones.)

But it is my Post and you are (my) Readers, so the least I can do is come up with some explanation as to why we are watching opera, lyrics in Italian, video with English sub-titles. Surely there is something in the path I followed this morning (to end up here) that will lend even the slightest patina of rationality.

No, no there isn’t.

So screw it. Here is how it all went down.
Minding my own business this morning and decided to listen to the ‘famous Barber of Seville song’. (There has got to be a secret ‘sons of Rossini’ sect out there planning to attack Warner Brothers and steal all the Looney Tune archives.  Bugs and Company having single-handedly destroyed most of this (and other reasonably enjoyable) opera by having Bugs or Elmer (in drag no doubt) doing an acceptable (to my 6 year old Saturday morning cartoon watching ears) rendition of this and other Great Music.

Anyway, not really a fan of opera, but this particular morning as I listened to (Figaro’s Aria), I could hear lyrics! Not just ‘figaro, figaro’. Sure, the lyrics have been there all along, but this time I heard them. This Figaro guy, he was telling a damn story!

And whatever, sub-conscious energy switch was thrown, I was stuck.
I mean, it was instant the hell with work! Find out more about the opera, find a video, do whatever has to be done so that I can to do Post all about this fine piece of music.

So, here you have it. Figaro’s Aria with libretto included.

And, yes  Figaro was totally a roger.

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